I hate my thoughts.
To constantly sit and think something, anything...

I sit here,
Not even knowing my own feelings...

Crimson Hope.
Crimson Fears...

What is a smile?
Why does everyone get so excited when a smile...

I do not know what I want from life.
It's just a battle with all this strife...

I want to crawl in a hole,
cover my face and cry...

I sit in my corner,
knees up, arms crossed...

I used to cry myself to sleep,
I used to fake my smile...

I don't know how many times
that I have to fall...

We had started hanging out alot,
we had fun...

I have fought many battles
within my life...